Lost
im looking at everything
and realized why i never tell a lot of nothing
people always say im so nice
people always say i should be treated right
that it something i deserve
whenever i begin to walk the curve
but the thing is with me
im almost never happy
im not depressed
im just obsessed
with knowing things will go wrong
and just not trying to sing that bad song
but each day
i realize there is more i want to say
but i stop myself
knowing that i am drifting away
each day in stronger state of dismay
its terrible itself
how im losing more mental health
my mind is in shambles
from all the feeling and thoughts that i gambled
and know it starting to catch
and no longer can i look up
because its getting heavier to hold
in my mind now im sold
to devil's hands himself
all because i have kept too much to myself
Copyright © Eric Morris | Year Posted 2009
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